As the time ticked by, my anticipation grew. What would she look like? Would he be cool? Would we gel? All these thoughts ran through my head. In a silent reverie of what might come to pass over the next few hours, I was shaken from my internal conversation by the door intercom buzzing. Adjusting myself, final checks made, I buzzed Dave and Marcy in.

I went out to meet them on the stairs only to see a neighbour also come out, eye them up, then me, give me a quizzical look and then retreat behind his door. Dave had panicked and buzzed a few of the apartments, so he had handed himself and Marcy a reverse walk of shame before anything had happened.

I ushered them in, poured drinks, and we sat getting to know each other. Over the course of a couple of drinks, we conversed about the scene and what Dave and Marcy were hoping for. As a playmate for couples, I have found it helps the events if we’re all clear on expectations ahead, what’s on the cards, what’s not etc. Equally, I like to explore, so it’s more about what are the real red lines.

Anyway, with a couple of drinks down us Dave switches to business and demands Marcy kisses me, which soon turns to “go down on her”. I’m happy to oblige, and I’m soon tasting a wet pussy as Marcy adjusts her position on the sofa to give me better access. Not long after this, we relocate to the bedroom, and Dave and I get naked.

Marcy takes off her blouse and bra but leaves her skirt on, pulling it up. Of course, she turned up with no knickers, a delightful touch. I can only imagine the nervous thrill of being out in a short skirt, knowing you have nothing on beneath. Dave moves to the corner of the room and lets Marcy and I crack on - he’s busy recording their first swinging session.

I take up station between Marcy’s legs, her thigh boots over my shoulders, pinning me in position. Not that I’m complaining, I’ve got unfettered access to a shaven pussy that responds very well to my tongue playing with her labia and clit. Once Dave is happy with what he’s got, he decides it’s time for me to get my cock sucked, and Marcy and I oblige. Moving to the side of the bed, I stand, legs slightly spread as the old fella pings to attention. Marcy shuffles over to the edge of the bed and takes me in her sweet wet mouth in one smooth, fluid motion. She sets about a steady rhythm varying the depth with the whole length being taken every sixth stroke or so.

After a good few minutes of this, she comes up for air and moves in for some French kissing. She responds lustily and grabs my cock in her hand, and keeps the motion going as our tongues entwine. Dave moves himself to get a better shot, and I catch him out of the corner of my eye. He’s clearly turned on by the action, as his dick is twitching nicely. Fearful I’m going to coat Marcy all over her small but pert tits, I ease my myself out of her hand and move round to the bottom of the bed, parting her legs to once again go down on her.

Dave moves to the head of the bed to get his cock sucked as I noisily feast on her wet snatch. My nickname isn’t Slurpy for no reason ;-)

Marcy is starting to warm to all this attention, Dave has put his phone down, and I feel we’re starting to get into the vibe and stride of what this session could be. Dave’s in a world of his own getting his 6 inches swallowed, and I’m busy licking Marcy’s clit whilst working her pussy with a couple of fingers.

Marcy’s starting to respond, with her hips beginning to move in time to the rhythm of my fingers. Their passage is lubricated purely on her juices, and I sense we’re getting close to orgasm number one. I build the pace. Dave grabs Marcy’s head and thrusts back and forth as she swallows his length greedily. Dave’s starting to grunt as he tries to hold off coming. I build the speed of my fingering to bring Marcy close. She’s writhing now. Dave’s trying to hold on by varying his rhythm and goes for long slow strokes inside Marcy’s willing mouth. Muffled by Dave’s urgent cock, I can vaguely hear Marcy’s moans as she nears her climax. I slow the fingering down and go for a slower but more deliberate pace whilst flicking her clit with my tongue as fast as I can.

It’s too much for Marcy, and the sound of her coming tips Dave over the edge as he unloads into her mouth.

I give them time to recover their composure whilst licking Marcy’s juices from my fingers. We all grab a quick drink, and Marcy moves onto all fours and beckons Dave and me to move around to her mouth. I’m still rock hard, and of course, Dave is waning now, but she expertly keeps me on the boil and brings Little Dave back to life in no time. Dave takes the opportunity to head around the back and easily slides inside her as I fill her mouth once more. We soon get into a rhythm that would make the Chuckle brothers proud.

Once Dave’s warmed Marcy up, we swap places. I rubber up and slide in. Marcy is backing herself onto me, and I enjoy the lack of effort I’m having to put in, but I soon feel the need to put a shift in. I start a slow rhythm, going from tip to balls deep, mixing in a double thrust every now and again, which produces a grunt from Marcy each time. Dave explodes a second time. This time he’s impressively covered his wife’s cleavage and gorgeous brown nipples.

Dave taps out, grabs his phone and takes up station in the corner of the room. I ask Marcy to lie on her side and pull one leg up in a sort of recovery position. I tease her with just the tip of my now near-painfully throbbing cock. I know I’m not going to last much longer. She reaches behind, trying to pull me in. I don’t need a second invitation and plough my cock into her, going balls deep on the first stroke, which causes Marcy to emit a shocked gasp.

I break into a furious hard fucking pace, my balls slapping around her clit. I can see she’s feeling every vein and inch by the contortions on her face, I hammer away, feeling the sap rising, and I finish with a few final toe-curling strokes. Dave’s snapping away with his phone as I collapse next to Marcy on the bed in a sweaty heap. As I’m spent, Dave’s getting his mojo back and orders me round to Marcy’s mouth so she can clean me up whilst he goes for missionary.

I can’t believe that this scene opens the possibilities like this; getting my cock sucked by someone else’s wife whilst she’s spread eagle getting boned by her old man and demanding more. My internal monologue is disturbed by Dave’s cry of ecstasy as he fires a third load into his wife, closely followed by her ecstatic uttering of Dave’s name. I’m blown away (literally) with what has just happened in this, my second scene encounter. We all take the time to recover our composure, get dressed, and finish our drinks.

Dave and Marcy leave not long after, and I’m left alone with my thoughts and one hell of a memory…